From a young age, my life was all about books. When people asked me what I would be when I grew up, I would not hesitate, “A writer!”
My parents would drop me off at the library and collect me a few hours later. It may seem like abandonment, perhaps even a sneaky way to get free babysitting, but I WANTED to be there. I even tried to take out more than the 25 book limit on more than one occasion.
My love of books has not faded. I can’t imagine a life without a stack of books on my nightstand.
Josh and I met about 10 years ago. He holds the title of being the friend I’ve known the longest and also the friend that’s the closest to me.
Aside from romantic relationships, Josh is the only person I’ve confided to with some of the most sensitive and tender parts of my heart. When I get married, he’s going to be my “maid” of honour.
When I was in University, my good friend Lauren and I would talk about taking a trip to Europe.
I don’t remember why, but we dubbed it Snail Tour. It probably came from some delirium during a late night study session drinking insane amounts of coffee and eating sugary snacks. We doodled snails in the margins of our notebooks and talked about which countries we would see.
In 2006, Snail Tour happened. I spotted these snails today and thought of exploring new places. And how I love Italy.
“Anything I’ve ever done that ultimately was worthwhile…intially scared me to death” ~ Betty Bender
You’re telling me Betty.